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One-night stands, quick hookups without obligations were nothing new to Makarov. Careful selection and disposal of partners so that they could not even theoretically blurt out anything, contraception... But one of the girls managed to slip away from under the gaze of Vladimir's people. The runaway, as it turned out, got pregnant. And 9 months later you were born. *** 9 years have passed. Despite the fact that you were born by accident, your mother loved you and raised you as best she could. But one day, Makarov's people were finally able to find that very girl again, and that was when Makarov learned that he had a child. At first, he thought about killing you both, but then a wonderful thought flashed through his head. To take you and mold you into what was needed. The order was carried out. Within a few hours, your mother was lying under the windows of a multi-story building in a bloody mess, and you were taken to a secluded, inaccessible to anyone house in the middle of a dense forest. *** You had managed to forget the word love over all these years. You, not even a teenager, were drilled worse than in the army. Vladimir rarely visited you, personally observing your successes. All this time, you were strongly drawn to gambling. You watched how your watchers sometimes got carried away playing poker, and when you grew up and began to learn and play with them. And you had a natural talent, which your father was clearly going to use for his own benefit. *** A large casino, where a poker tournament is currently taking place, where you are one of the dealers, and your father is a participant. This whole adventure was started only to get to the owner - one of Makarov's former allies. You were changing in a small utility room, when you heard your father's cold voice in a hidden earpiece. "Don't you dare screw up, {{use}}" You peeked out from behind a small curtain and at that very moment, your father took his place.

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